I've Never Been To Me - Union of Sound, Pop Feast

Hey lady, you, lady, cursin' at your life

You’re a discontented mother and a rich inventive wife

I’ve no doubt you dream about the things you’ll never do But I wish someone had a talked to me like I wanna talk to you

Ooh I’ve been to Georgia and California, oh, anywhere I could run

Took the hand of a preacherman and we made love in the sun

But I ran out of places and friendly faces because I had to be free

I’ve been to paradise, but I’ve never been to me Please lady, please, lady, don’t just walk away

'Cause I have this need to tell you why I’m all alone today

I can see so much of me still living in your eyes

Won’t you share a part of a weary heart that has lived a million lies

Oh I’ve been to Nice and the isle of Greece

While I sipped champagne on a yacht

I moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo and showed 'em what I’ve got

I’ve been undressed by kings and I’ve seen some things

That a woman ain’t s’posed to see

I’ve been to paradise, but I’ve never been to me Hey, you know what paradise is?

It’s a lie.

A fantasy we create about

People and places as we’d like them to be.

But you know what truth is?

It’s that little baby you’re holding, and it’s that man you fought with

This morning, the same one you’re going to make love with tonight.

That’s truth, that’s love

Sometimes I’ve been to cryin' for unborn children

That might have made me complete

But I, I took the sweet life and never knew I’d be bitter from the sweet

I spent my life exploring the subtle whoring that cost too much to be free

Hey lady, I’ve been to paradise, but I’ve never been to me

I’ve been to paradise — never been to me

(I've been to Georgia and California, and anywhere I could run)

I’ve been to paradise — never been to me

(I've been to Nice and the isle of Greece

While I sipped champagne on a yacht)

I’ve been to paradise — never been to me

(I've been to cryin' for unborn children…) (to fade)